Thy will knows no end in me.

I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power – that the path before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted and the time come to take refuge in silent obscurity. But I find that thy will knows no end in me. And when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart: and where the old tracks were lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.

-Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali XXXVII

[with thanks to Katelyn Noel Gregg Long, who includes this Tagore quote in her superb new Boston University School of Public Health doctoral dissertation on mission hospitals in India. For those interested in learning more, it’s titled, “Mission Hospitals in India: Exploring Responses to Health System Change.”]
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